You gave your word you would return for me,
but are you the honest type? —
I have floated in the void between stars for years;
you were my first hope that all would grow right.
You claimed you were bound by heart and by chain
to the other side of existence:
the side where people flit to and fro in the background
as do shadows of leaves in the night.
But do you remember the side I am on,
the other side of that mirror of fortune?
Where all is backwards? — where the smallest crack
in the surface will release the blood of shade?
I have no doubt the signals you have sent me
mean you have not forgotten my pains,
but doubt I do your commitment to a troubled soul
in which a vacuum did this life create.
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Recently, I have attempted to try less to write lyrics and try more to write poems -- after all, good lyrics read like a good poem. This is a work-in-progress, more fancy wording than poem, but while it is unpolished, I do like the direction it suggests I take in the future when writing poems.
Before you ask, yes, this is meant to be obviously inspired by science fiction. Whether the sci-fi portions are metaphorical or otherwise is meant to be determined via the discretion of the reader.
Constructive criticism would be appreciated.